Morgan Smith

The Season of Change by Morgan Smith 

Autumn—
the season of change,
the fragile middle ground,
between what was and what’s to come.

It drapes the world in colored leaves,
a cool breeze brushing skin 

like whispered secrets.
Nature brightens,
bold, vibrant,
even as winter’s shadow gathers,
a looming cloud on the horizon.

A gray catbird sings softly 

from the undergrowth,
the last to migrate,
a lone star in the fading light.

Autumn is art written on scripture.

a season stitched with whispers,

of superstition,

and the warm burn, 

of cider on a cold night.

Author's note: I've always viewed autumn as a season rich with descriptions waiting to be explored. There are multiple aspects of fall that can be articulated, and I want that to be reflected in my work. Writing is a way for me to transform the intangible into the tangible, and it brings me a sense of calm.